Dragon Yuan plus system, I, Emperor Shi Tian, ​​sweep across the heavens

Then, the vortex sucked in the energy-depleted Heaven and Earth Infinite Ring, just like a giant beast swallowing an insignificant stone.

But at this moment, Song Zhixian woke up and hurriedly recited the mantra, wanting to make the Tiandi Wuji Ring self-destruct.

Unfortunately, his reaction was a step too late.

boom!

With a loud bang, the Nine-Layered Heaven Palace suddenly shrank. The force was like the collapse of heaven and earth. The entire arena trembled and the arena under the feet shook violently.

The Infinite Ring of Heaven and Earth was suppressed in an instant, and the powerful suppressing force swept out like a surging tide.

Song Ji-hyun was knocked flying and fell heavily on the edge of the ring, blood spurting out of his mouth.

The whole place was in an uproar!

Song Ji-hyun got up in a panic, her face as pale as paper, her eyes full of shock and unwillingness.

He stared at Luo Xian intently, wanting to fight again, but he felt powerless all over.

"Bitch! Give me back the Infinite Heaven and Earth Ring!"

In desperation, Song Ji-hyun had to admit defeat, but he was still obsessed with his treasure and tried to get it back.

"Haha, Song Zhixian, you may not be awake yet. The Infinite Heaven and Earth Ring is my trophy, there is no reason for me to give it back. If you have the ability, come and get it yourself!"

Luo Xian sneered.

"You... you bitch, just wait for me! We in Wuji Tiangong will not let you go! More powerful people will come to deal with you, Tianmen!"

After saying those harsh words, Song Ji-hyun turned around and left, looking flustered and embarrassed.

"Song Zhixian's ability is good, but his character is far from good enough!"

"Are his threats real?"

"Someone more powerful? Is it the Son of Yuanyi?"

Everyone was talking about it, guessing who Wuji Tiangong would send next to challenge Tianmen.

Li Hanyi turned to look at the two brothers beside him and whispered, "The next one, won't it be..."

"Don't worry, the sect leader will make arrangements!" Baili Dongjun smiled faintly and said confidently.

Song Ji-hyun's hasty escape was like dropping a drop of cold water into a boiling oil pan, instantly causing even greater noise.

Everyone thought that Wuji Tiangong would immediately send out its strongest genius to regain the upper hand.

Unexpectedly, after Song Zhixian went back, Wuji Tiangong suddenly fell silent and no more geniuses were sent to compete.

The next seven matches were fought by disciples from the other six major forces. As expected, their weaknesses were discovered by Emperor Shitian and they were defeated one after another.

At this moment, the whole audience was shocked.

Tianmen, the sect that had just entered the Huntian Ancient Domain, had won twelve games in a row!

Twelve games!

Every victory is like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard, shattering their perception of inherent power and bringing out their fear of the unknown.

"What is the origin of this Tianmen?"

"Twelve matches! Even peerless geniuses like Lingyin and Song Zhixian were defeated. Who else can stop them?"

Whispers surged like a tide, and everyone's face was filled with shock and confusion.

Some people speculated that Tianmen had hidden its strength, some speculated that there was a powerful backer behind Tianmen, and some people began to worry that this sudden dark horse would completely overturn the entire Xuanhuang Realm.

Just as everyone was talking, a figure slowly walked onto the stage.

The man was wearing a green robe and carrying a long sword on his back. The blade emitted a cold light, as if it could cut off everything. Visually, the cold light was like an ice thorn, making people dare not look directly at it.

He had a tall and straight figure, a stern face, and a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle's. He scanned the entire venue, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire square.

Everyone seemed to be able to feel a heavy pressure pressing down from the top of their heads, and the touch felt like being pressed by a huge rock.

"Tian Dao Sect, Lin Yao!"

As soon as these four words came out, the whole audience fell silent.

Tiandao Sect is one of the most mysterious forces in Xuanhuang Realm. Among the seven super forces, Wuji Tiangong is the strongest on the surface, but in fact, Tiandao Sect is more terrifying.

The Tiandao Sect is a sect favored by the Heavenly Dao. The elite disciples in the sect all have special abilities to communicate with the Heavenly Dao and are very difficult to deal with.

Lin Yao is the top prodigy of the Tiandao Sect. He has unparalleled swordsmanship and few rivals among his peers.

"Finally, a powerful guy has arrived. I'm afraid Tianmen is in trouble this time." Someone in the crowd whispered.

Lin Yao's appearance undoubtedly gave everyone a shot of adrenaline.

The reputation of the Tiandao Sect is enough to make many people feel awe, and Lin Yao's strength makes people see hope.

Lin Yao walked slowly to the center of the ring, staring at the people of Tianmen with a sharp gaze, and said in a cold voice: "Tianmen, your luck has ended here."

The cold voice entered my ears, like the passing of an icy blade.

"This battle is mine!" Sikong Changfeng shouted in a deep voice, walked out of the Tianmen camp with a spear in his hand, with fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

He stepped onto the stage step by step, and each step seemed to tread on everyone's heartstrings, making the atmosphere more tense. The heavy footsteps sounded like they were knocking on everyone's heart drums.

"Tianmen, Sikong Changfeng, please teach me."

Sikong Changfeng's voice echoed in the square, carrying with it an unyielding pride.

"Hmph!" Lin Yao snorted coldly and slowly pulled out the long knife from his back.

The knife flashed, and a sharp knife energy cut through the air and headed straight for Sikong Changfeng. The wind brought by the knife energy made a whistling sound, which sounded like a sharp whistle.

"So fast!"

"What a strong sword intention!"

The crowd erupted in exclamations.

Sikong Changfeng's eyes focused, and he shook the spear in his hand. The tip of the spear stretched out like a spirit snake, accurately blocking the sword energy.

"clang!"

The loud sound of metal colliding was deafening. It seemed as if it would break the eardrums and cause a sharp pain in the ears.

A hint of surprise flashed across Lin Yao's eyes, and then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You have some skills, but that's all!"

After saying this, he stopped talking nonsense, the momentum of his knife changed, and a murderous aura instantly spread.

"Seven Styles of Heavenly Sword - Instant Kill!"

The low voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, accompanied by a flash of sword light. A blade light visible to the naked eye tore through the air and headed straight for Sikong Changfeng.

Wherever the blade passed, the space seemed to be cut apart, making a piercing scream, which sounded like metal scraping on glass, making people feel very uncomfortable.

The Seven Styles of Heavenly Sword are truly mythical sword skills that emphasize the unity of man and sword and are extremely powerful. Lin Yao once used this sword skill to defeat the Supreme Being in the Great Sage Realm.

Now, his cultivation has reached the level of Half-Step Supreme, and he is able to perform his exercises with ease. Every move he makes is full of natural rhythm of Tao, as if he is the incarnation of the Tao.

Sikong Changfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and his hair stood on end. He felt an unprecedented crisis, and he could feel a chill rising from his spine.

He took a deep breath, and the true energy in his dantian surged wildly, pouring into the spear in his hand.

"Long Wind Spear Technique - Sweeping away the remaining clouds with a gust of wind!"

The tip of the gun trembled, and countless gun shadows appeared, sweeping out like a strong wind, trying to resist the domineering and overwhelming sword light.

The spear and the sword collided in the air, making a deafening roar. The air waves rolled like a hurricane passing by, blowing up the dust around the ring.